The next...few are kinda....they made me cry Письмо them. A heads up.
He ducked away as the weapon came at him. He stood and blast the creature with a strong force. It let out a screech before turning to him.
“You will pay!” it hissed.
“Oh yeah?”
The creature snickered and pushed it's weight on the scythe. It started to crack, letting a few sparks of light out.
“No!”
The wood snapped and the creature let go of the scythe. Dylan rushed over and held the weapon now girl in his arms.
“M-master....I....am sorry.”
“Freya! It's not your fault. None of this is.”
The weapon seemed to nod before she closed her eyes. He shut his eyes tightly, briefly, to keep the tears away. He breathed heavily and looked up. When he opened his eyes, they were blazing with blue fire. He snarled and let the dead weapon go. Dylan stood and tilted his head either way as ears appeared and then a tail. His costume changed and metallic claws appeared on his hands.
“I warned Ты before,” he сказал(-а) in deep voice that was almost demonic. “Now Ты will pay.”
“Do your besssst, kitty.”
He laughed, Показ off fangs and sharp teeth. The claws extended further and he walked closer. The creature prepared for his attack. He swiped at it with the three claws. It hissed, pulling away.
“Such a stupid creature. Back to the Shadows!”
He cut it several times, over and over again. Each time he did еще damage. He kicked, punched, scraped, used every Переместить he had. His sadness had long назад turned into fury. And the creature experienced every last bit of it, even when it cried out for mercy in a pitiful scream. He brought the creature to it's knees. One еще blow and it would be gone.
“Do away with me quickly!” it cried.
He stood above it, panting and angry. But always thinking.
“No. Go back where Ты came from! And warn your kind, demon. Далее time Ты enter my domain, I will Показать Ты the same mercy Ты showed my weapon. Now leave!”
It disappeared with a smell of sulfur. Dylan turned away and stood over his fallen and broken weapon. His ears twitched as a crash sounded.
He ducked away as the weapon came at him. He stood and blast the creature with a strong force. It let out a screech before turning to him.
“You will pay!” it hissed.
“Oh yeah?”
The creature snickered and pushed it's weight on the scythe. It started to crack, letting a few sparks of light out.
“No!”
The wood snapped and the creature let go of the scythe. Dylan rushed over and held the weapon now girl in his arms.
“M-master....I....am sorry.”
“Freya! It's not your fault. None of this is.”
The weapon seemed to nod before she closed her eyes. He shut his eyes tightly, briefly, to keep the tears away. He breathed heavily and looked up. When he opened his eyes, they were blazing with blue fire. He snarled and let the dead weapon go. Dylan stood and tilted his head either way as ears appeared and then a tail. His costume changed and metallic claws appeared on his hands.
“I warned Ты before,” he сказал(-а) in deep voice that was almost demonic. “Now Ты will pay.”
“Do your besssst, kitty.”
He laughed, Показ off fangs and sharp teeth. The claws extended further and he walked closer. The creature prepared for his attack. He swiped at it with the three claws. It hissed, pulling away.
“Such a stupid creature. Back to the Shadows!”
He cut it several times, over and over again. Each time he did еще damage. He kicked, punched, scraped, used every Переместить he had. His sadness had long назад turned into fury. And the creature experienced every last bit of it, even when it cried out for mercy in a pitiful scream. He brought the creature to it's knees. One еще blow and it would be gone.
“Do away with me quickly!” it cried.
He stood above it, panting and angry. But always thinking.
“No. Go back where Ты came from! And warn your kind, demon. Далее time Ты enter my domain, I will Показать Ты the same mercy Ты showed my weapon. Now leave!”
It disappeared with a smell of sulfur. Dylan turned away and stood over his fallen and broken weapon. His ears twitched as a crash sounded.
Just cause I found it
Bentley
